Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.